Half of us

"And I Think It's Not Good"

I hurt her again—at least she said so.

Maybe she sees what I don't show.

She clings to me like I'm her light,

But something in that doesn't feel right.

She's dependent on me, more every day,

And I think she's fading in that way.

She leans too hard, like I'm her ground—

But what if one day I'm not around?

She's getting used to hearing my voice,

Thinking I was her destined choice.

She says I'm chosen by some fate,

But I see warning signs too late.

She calls me her trust, her only space,

The calm that slows her heart's wild race.

She says I'm her comfort, her quiet, her flame—

But I fear I'll never feel the same.

She thinks I understand her soul,

Like I'm the piece that makes her whole.

She sees in me the only one—

But I'm afraid of what's begun.

Because when she says,

"You're all I could ever need"—

It plants a guilt that starts to bleed.

I wish I could say it's what I should…

But deep inside—

I think it's not good.